In this desolate mountain forest, a thick silence envelops everything, and the silent and ancient land exudes a gloomy atmosphere.

Towering peaks meander and stretch, and while they may seem mighty in the distance, they have been eroded and worn down by time up close.

The trees in the forest are vigorous, but they are also withered and messy, their open branches like dry bones, and the vines that are about to emerge are entwined in every inch of space.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, only a faint light, and it seems extremely lonely in this quiet environment.

A gust of wind blew, gently blowing the dry leaves, making a rustling sound, as if it was the sigh of nature, and the grass in the mountains and forests was sparse and yellow and thin, as if the endless years had robbed them of their vitality, leaving only a bleak scene.

As night fell, the desolate mountains and forests became even more terrifying, and the starry sky was covered with a dark canopy, and there was no moonlight to illuminate the way, only the faint guidance of the stars.

It was a kingdom of silence and darkness, broken only by the occasional mournful chirping of owls in the distance.

There are still some ancient ruins scattered in the mountain forest, and the stone ruins have been covered with moss, and the decorative patterns on the walls have been blurred.

The former buildings are now only crumbling remnants, testimonies of time and the imprint of time, and the deep darkness of the ruins makes it impossible to explore the secrets within, as if endless mysteries are hidden waiting to be solved.

Not far away, the stream flows slowly, making a crisp and pleasant sound, bringing a touch of life to this desolation.

But even so, withered leaves and broken branches floated on the water's surface, and the humid air still felt dull and oppressive.

The desolate mountains and forests are sometimes frightening with the howls of wild beasts, which roam in the darkness, looking for a chance to survive, fierce and cruel.

The creatures of the mountain forest have also become sinister due to the harsh environment, they fight each other, and they fight cruelly for a little food, and in this desolate mountain forest, only the rules of survival of the fittest are ruthlessly demonstrated.

Human footprints can also be seen in this desolation, the dilapidated wooden houses nestled on the hillside, but have been abandoned by time, the windows are broken, the walls are mottled, it seems that once inhabited, but now there is only a lonely emptiness.

These abandoned houses become captives of nature, highlighting the contrast between humans and nature.

In this desolate mountain forest, the place where heaven and earth meet seems to have lost the pulse of life, time stands still here, and everything becomes blurry and blurry.

The silence in the desolation makes one feel an inexplicable fear, as if the feeling of oblivion and exile permeates every corner.

However, in the depths of this desolate mountain forest, it may only be the beginning of a cycle that will usher in new life and prosperity.

Time seems to be stretched, and every moment becomes heavy and slow, as if the long river of years has slowed down here, leaving forgotten fragments and remnants of memory.

On the mountainside is an ancient temple, covered in moss and vines, mottled on the stone steps, and the carvings in the temple have long been eroded by time.

In this temple, the air is filled with a mysterious and solemn atmosphere, as if it once carried people's beliefs and prayers.

Hidden deep in the mountains and forests lies a mysterious lake, the water of which is clear and silent, like a mirror, reflecting the desolation and loneliness of the surroundings, and the dead branches of the lake lie among them, reflecting the vicissitudes of time.

Occasionally, a few dead leaves float on the surface of the lake, floating gently, as if silently telling the story of the past.

Xu Fu cautiously walked through the desolate mountain road and stepped into the realm of the temple. He felt the mysterious and solemn atmosphere of the temple, as if an invisible force was guiding him forward.

The mottled murals on the walls reveal ancient legends and stories, and the texture of the ancient characters has been blurred and desolate by the polishing of time.

The smoke of the incense candles filled the air, exuding a distant fragrance that seemed to be traces of ancient sacrifices.

Xu Fu looked up, his eyes wandering among the paintings and carvings on the top of the hall, those subtle patterns and mysterious symbols, telling the inheritance of ancient wisdom.

He stares silently, as if trying to decipher the secrets hidden in these arts.

Xu Fu felt the peace and tranquility in the ruined temple and decided to rest here for a while, he found a relatively intact stone bench and sat down, closed his eyes, and immersed himself in the quiet atmosphere of this desolate mountain forest.

At this time, I stretched out my hand to observe the mark in my hand, and I could feel that it had not completely disappeared, but I could feel that it seemed to have become thinner, and it seemed that this thing was indeed not a permanent effect, which was undoubtedly good news for myself.

It's been a few days since the last challenger, and I've been on my toes for the past few days.

But I didn't meet any other pursuers along the way, and this feeling still made me a little uncomfortable.

Until another breath appeared behind him at this time, and something moved.

Although the aura has been hidden very deeply, so that he can't even notice the existence of the other party at the first time when he comes here, he still notices the existence of the other party after the other party moves.

It doesn't seem to be a living thing.

And when it appeared in front of me, it confirmed it.

It is a breathtaking puppet of a machine, as if it were the embodiment of a Japanese samurai who came out of an ancient legend.

Its body is tall and mighty, with a delicate combination of black iron and brass parts, shimmering with a faint metallic sheen.

The appearance of the puppet is based on the costume of the samurai, and it is draped in meticulously forged armor, each piece of armor is carved with ornaments and patterns, and between the metal plates, delicate knife marks and rivets outline a solid and precise workmanship, connecting them together like a flowing river.

The puppet's face was solemn and solemn, and the iron mask obscured its true expression, revealing only two eyes that seemed to be cast of cold iron.

There was a firm and fearless determination in their eyes, as if they were staring at the enemy in front of them and never flinching.

The samurai golem's limbs are strong and powerful, and each joint is connected by delicate gears and springs, allowing it to perform a variety of movements with agility, whether it is wielding a giant blade in his hand or charging with swift strides, they all demonstrate the puppet's innate fighting skills.

The golem has a pair of giant metal wings behind it, and it cleverly uses pneumatic devices and gear machinery to allow it to fly through the battlefield.

When the wings are unfurled, the metal wings shimmer with a silvery white light, bringing a sense of majesty and majesty.

Inside the puppet's heart, there is an ancient hedron that exudes mysterious energy and infuses the puppet with life and power. When the golem is activated, the hedron emits a faint glow, enveloping it in a dark blue glow, adding a touch of mystery and majesty.

At this time, it held the steel knife in its hand and walked out of the darkness step by step, as if it was no longer ready to hide at this moment.

Xu Fu took out the staff behind his back, and the black qi slowly wound around it, and then turned into a golden Changge, ready to meet the other party's challenge at this time.

Obviously, the guys who appeared at this time were not friends, but only enemies.

The smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the two sides only confronted each other for a moment before decisively attacking, and the wreckage of the stone pillars was scattered all around, as if witnessing the brutality of this battle.

Dust fills the air, deepening the mystical atmosphere of the temple.

Xu Fu clenched the golden Changge, his body stood upright, and his eyes revealed cold perseverance.

He knew that the battle against the puppets would be a severe test, and that victory meant survival, and defeat meant death.

The iron-clad puppet with rusty iron armor and indifferent eyes stared at Xu Fu as if it smelled blood, its iron sword shining brightly, and the blade was filled with the smell of death.

The puppet's body appears to be made up of mechanical structures, and its movements are swift and precise, with devastating power with each swing.

Xu Fu took the first step, and the golden Changge cut through the air and let out a chilling roar, his body as nimble as a cheetah, quickly approaching the puppet.

The puppet met Xu Fu's challenge with disdain, dodging Xu Fu's attacks with its superb swordsmanship and body skills, and at the same time counterattacking, each encounter was filled with the breath of death, and the collision of the sword light and Changge made a piercing sound of metal impact.

Sweat oozed from Xu Fu's face, but his gaze remained steadfast, he would not be defeated. His attacks grew fiercer and harder, with every swing with an irresistible force.

He uses his agility to dodge the onslaught of the puppets while looking for flaws and weaknesses.

His long ge drew a gorgeous arc in the air, with a golden light, and stabbed at the vital point of the puppet.

The Puppet is unrelenting, using its mechanical superiority to deliver dangerous and precise attacks using advanced combat algorithms and ruthless determination.

Its blade was as cunning as a poisonous snake, threatening Xu Fu's life again and again.

The puppet's steps are vigorous, as agile as a dancer, always keeping a distance from Xu Fu to prevent his counterattack.

The atmosphere of the battle became increasingly tense, and the sound of metal clashing and swords intertwining echoed through the temple, and the figures of the two men shuttled from hall to hall, stone pillars and ruins destroyed by their battle.

The smoke and dust fill the air, making the whole scene seem even more sinister.

Xu Fu felt the gradual depletion of his physical strength, and the feeling of muscle soreness made his attack a little messy, but the determination in his heart was still firm, he could not fail, he had to fight to the end for his mission and belief.

The Trap Golem is also beginning to show signs of fatigue, its attack rhythm slowing down slightly, and the mechanism making subtle noises.

However, it was still undeterred, unrelenting in its every attack, trying to defeat Xu Fu once and for all.

The time of the battle seemed to become blurred, and for Xu Fu and the puppets, this ruined temple became the stage for their life-and-death contest, their eyes flashed with determination and determination, and they threw themselves into this desperate struggle.

Suddenly, a loud bang resounded throughout the temple, and the puppet let out a low roar, its body trembling and its mechanism moving erratically.

Xu Fu saw the opportunity, and he did not hesitate to launch the final attack, he waved the golden Changge, turning into a lightning light, and launched a fierce attack on the puppet.

However, the puppet was not defeated by Xu Fu's attack, and it seized on the flaw in Xu Fu's attack and counterattacked instantly.

The puppet's body rose into the air like a spring, spinning in the air, and the sharp blade slashed through the air like a meteor, heading straight for Xu Fu.

Xu Fu's face changed, he immediately took a dodge action, but he was still scratched on the shoulder by the attack of the puppet, blood splattered, he felt severe pain, but he did not have the slightest intention of retreating.

The puppet did not stop attacking, it launched a series of fierce attacks in a row, so that Xu Fu had to retreat continuously, always on guard, every time the puppet's blade fell, it brought the power of destruction, as if to completely defeat Xu Fu.

Xu Fu's body was gradually enveloped in exhaustion and pain, but his eyes still flashed with unyielding will, and he calmly analyzed the attack methods of the puppet, looking for an opportunity to fight back.

Finally, Xu Fu caught the gap between the puppet's attack, and he quickly made a decision, rushing towards the puppet at an instantaneous speed, his long ge like a meteor streaked across the night, straight to the puppet's chest.

The puppet sensed the crisis, and it tried to dodge Xu Fu's attack, but it was too late.

Xu Fu's Changge stabbed into the puppet's chest with a dull tearing sound, and the puppet launched a fierce counterattack, its body twitched violently, and the mechanism made a piercing crunch.

At the same time that Xu Fu stabbed into the puppet, its blade slashed fiercely, slicing through Xu Fu's abdomen.

Xu Fu snorted, he felt the sharp pain spread throughout his body, but he didn't flinch, he held Changge tightly, condensing the remaining strength in his hands.

The puppet did not stop attacking, it aimed at Xu Fu's vulnerability, and launched an even more violent continuous attack, the blade was like a storm, and Xu Fu could only rely on his body's instinct to dodge.

Blood poured from Xu Fu's wounds, and he felt that his strength was dwindling, however, he did not want to fall for granted, he knew that only by defeating the puppets could he complete his mission.

Xu Fu used the last of his strength, he turned into a fierce beast of battle, and he launched a frantic counterattack, each swing with devastating power.

His Changge drew golden arcs in the air, cutting through the air and splitting through the puppet's defenses.

The puppet began to fall into chaos, its movements became sluggish, and the rhythm of its attacks was disrupted, Xu Fu seized this opportunity and continued to launch fierce attacks, destroying the structure of the puppet.

However, the puppet didn't give up easily, and it unleashed its final frantic attack, swinging its blade even more ferociously, trying to push Xu Fu into a corner.

A fierce battlefield was formed between the two attacks and defenses, and the sound of metal colliding and whistling wind echoed in the temple.

Xu Fu's body was already scarred, and blood stained his clothes red, but he didn't give up, he condensed his last will and launched a fatal blow.

His long ge stabbed into the puppet's heart, making a loud popping sound.

(End of chapter)